Heirloom Pain

Build a pillow barricade so the ghosts can't get to me

Twenty-something instincts, feel like a deadbeat dad

Never there when it counts and puts you right in therapy

Life is a gamble, baby, and you'll have to live with that

Oh, but I'll be fine 'cause I always end up

Just fine, then I call a friend up

That's just how it is

And I wake up tired and vaguely sore

Stir a pot when I'm feeling bored

Full-sending a lot, only halfway sure

Walking around with heirloom pain

Dad's temper and Mom's mistakes

And always afraid to fall flat on my face

But doing it anyway

I'm doing it anyway

Walls up to the skies, many men have marched around to no avail

There's Achilles, then there's his God-forsaken heel

I do the dishes and tend the garden

Soften up where I used to harden

And take a moonlit walk

One, two, three, four

And I wake up tired and vaguely sore

Stir a pot when I'm feeling bored

Full-sending a lot, only halfway sure, oh

Walking around with heirloom pain

Grandma left but her heartache stayed

And now I'm always afraid to take up space

Yet doing it anyway

I'm doing it anyway, oh

People fall in love and fuck up

And have kids who fall in love and fuck up

Who have kids that fall in love and have you

People fall in love and fuck up

We all fall in love and fuck up

You will fall in love and fuck up, too